Much to Daffy's immense relief, both Calla and Dahlia seemed at least alert and able to answer. She settled herself back down against the floor, trying to peer up through the debris that nearly covered her completely. It seemed like everything from above had caved in and though the shop itself was not very large, there was enough room for quite the mess.

An unfamiliar voice of authority caught her attention and between whoever that was, and Jack, Daffy had to trust that they would get the girls out of the shop. Thistle was probably fine down there in the basement, though it was hard to tell if the blast had an impact down there. Though the door to the basement from the shop was shattered and its location impossible to find at the moment, there was another exit that led the alley adjacent, near the back of the greenhouse that her sister could use to get out.

Daffy could feel her vision swimming again, unconsciousness threatening to overtake her, which made focusing on Jack's voice much harder than she would have liked. He asked a question and she had no good answer. "Underneath everything, I'm pinned I think." She croaked into the dust, the effort from raising her voice making her even more lightheaded. "Jack?" She added weakly, panicked, head lolling to the side as she heard everything go fuzzy and fall dark.